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Launching over the next hill, Rick punched the clutch, and his bike screamed!

"This rocks!" he shouted, referring of course to racing the trails, in the dark, with nobody to tell him to slow down. He rounded another corner, dug in, and blazed down the trail.

Rick loved this time, alone, away from school, his parents, even his friends. 15 years old, and never been fucked. That stung. So, he spent his time out here, alone, with the trees, the owls, the trails, the star-filled sky...

...the enormous falling fireball...

"What the fu-?!" was all he got out before the enormous ball of flame smashed into the trees off to his left. The concussive blast sent him flying into a speeding tree. It stopped. Suddenly. He blacked out.

Hours later, his eyes snapped open. His head pounded like a firecracker, and after a few seconds of fumbling he removed his helmet.

It had an enormous dent the size of a... a... well, the size of a speeding tree in it.

"Glad I was wearing protection," he thought, as he stumbled off to the left to see what had crashed. What he found was a crater, and in the center, still steaming, was a big black rock. As it pulsated, he found himself drawn towards it.

He slid down into the crater, and was soon standing before the large, pulsating rock. It seemed to sense his presence, and seemed to bulge towards him. He began to reach for it when it cracked open, oozing a white goo all over itself. Thinking, he reached out with his helmet.

It responded by lunging onto his helmet, and quickly slid onto his hand.

He freaked, of course, swinging his arm about wildly.

"Get it off, get it off of me!" he shouted to nobody, as nobody was around.

It began to slide up his arm, past his elbow, towards his shoulder. "Oh shit, it's gonna eat my brain!" she shouted, clambering out of the crater and flailing his arms about wildly.

It reached his shoulder, but rather than moving upwards towards his head, the white ooze started quickly sliding downwards, towards his... well, towards his OTHER head. It slipped into his pants, down his boxers, and in the next second, he felt it opening his glans. Grasping his scrotum, he screamed.

And passed out again.

When he regained consciousness, he was in his bedroom- confused, still a little dizzy, but otherwise ok. Did that actually happen? He stood slowly, reaching for his forehead, and stumbled towards the bathroom.

As he walked past the window, he glanced across the way. What he saw nearly made him pass out again, as the blood rushed from his head to.. well, his OTHER head.

Peggy McArthy, the head cheerleader, lying on her bed, nude. He stood amazed, staring at her gorgeous figure. The platinum-blonde hair. The pert, pink nipples on her perky, if a little small, breasts. Her trim, athletic waistline. As his eyes slid down her frame, he noticed that her bush was a markedly different color than her hair. Either she bleached her hair, or she had a habit of fucking chocolate sauce. In short, he was enraptured. He felt his pants getting tighter, but ignored the sensation to watch her.

She turned her head, and he thought for a second that she saw him. His mind screamed for him to hide, but his hormones told his mind to go blow a goat. His body, in confusion, stayed put.

In the next second, her left hand slid slowly up her side, coming to a stop just outside her left breast. Pointing with one finger, she began to draw a circle around her little nipple. Smaller and smaller the circle went, until she stopped with a *pinch* on her nipple. Rick moaned, and felt the pressure in his pants become unbearable. He reached down to unzip his pants while watching her all the more.

He almost saw her smile when her right hand traced a line down her tummy past her bellybutton and into the black quagmire of her snatch. She knew exactly what she was doing, and knew what it was doing to her voyeur across the way. Electrified, she fingered her clit, and Rick could almost hear the gentle moan escape her lips. She bucked her hips into her pressing finger, and Rick felt his boxers pressing tight now. In more than a little pain, he looked down.

His testicles were bulged out in his boxers like twin softballs, and as he watched, they continued to expand. He reached down and rubbed his hand across one of the stretching globes. "Ohmyfuckinggo-!" he moaned as the

pleasure brought him to his knees. In a rush, he pulled his boxers off.

RELEASE! his crotch seemed to scream, and in confusion, he looked up and out the window again. Peggy was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh man, no!" he whined, beginning to pump on his stiff member, almost unconsiously. His face was scrunched in consternation, until Peggy returned to his view. He held his breath, waiting for her to spot him staring at her.

If she noticed, she she didn't seem to care, as she slid back onto her mattress. He breathed a sigh of relief, and went back to his pumping. He couldn't believe he was doing this! RELEASE! his testicles groaned again, and he looked back down at them.

They had stretched to the size of volleyballs, and he could see the bloated veins in them trying futily to hold back further growth.

"If I don't do something, I'm gonna burst!" he groaned, looking back out the window. Peggy was rubbing lotion over her still nude frame, making her body seem to glow in the light. Just then, he felt the pressure in his prick

beginning to spread his fingers apart. Looking down, he saw a lump forming behind his fingers, the way a cartoon hose forms a bubble before...

"Oh shit, this is gonna hurt."

He released his grip on his dick, and immediately was blasted across the room, leaving a trail of white cum across the the floor. Amazed, he watched his member flop around wildly, spraying cum all over the room. It was minutes

more before the flow slowed, first to a gush, then to a pour, a trickle, and finally it stopped altogether.

He wasn't watching it stop however, as his eyes were on the enormous puddle of goo in front of him. Slowly, it started to coelesce into little beads no bigger than a marble. They began to elongate, and gined a tail. Finally, each of about 300 little sperm-like globs grew four stubby little legs. In the next instant, they had all scurried out under his bedroom door. In a panic, he stood up to follow, but stopped short as he reached the window again. There, down on the lawn, were the little sperm-creatures. Most of them turned and scurried off into the darkness, but about ten turned instead towards the basement window that Peggy called her bedroom.

The window was open, and the little creatures dove headlong inside. Peggy didn't notice, as she was flat on her back, legs spread wide apart, fingering herself furiously. You could see her skin glisten in the light, and she bit her lower lip to keep her excitement quiet.

Rick noticed the first of the spermice climb up onto her bed. It crept up on stiff little spermmouse legs, closer and closer to her wide-spread pussy. As it slipped inside, her eyes got big suddenly, and she sat up. The other nine spermmice were nowhere to be seen.

She looked around her room wildly, confused. She began to stand, but then fell back on the bed, clutching her sides and groaning loud enough for Rick to hear. She put her legs up on her bed, and pushed herself up towards the headboard. As she did, she began to buck her hips as if screwing the air.

Both of her hands moved up to her breasts, and she began to knead furiously. Whatever was happening to her, she seemed to be enjoying it. Between the kneading and the bucking, Rick almost didn't notice her middle begin to swell.

It started as a little knot, an almost unnoticable bulge just under her navel. Then it began to push outwards, as a water balloon pushes outwards in all directions. Within a few seconds, she looked about four months pregnant.

Still she continued to buck, her pleasure obvious. Her second moan was more extreme, causing her hips to thrust upwards more than a foot off her bed.

Her hands moved from her tits to her belly, rubbing both hands in circles around her expanding waist. She now looked about five months pregnant, and the growth began to quicken. Six months, Seven, Eight, Nine, more than that flashed by in a matter of seconds. Her belly now looked like it contained an extra-large beachball, her stretched skin pulsating with the veins in her tummy.

"Oh God," he could hear her shout, "Fill me! Fill me so full I burst!

Oh God, I need more!" Soon her abdomen stood out from her frame nearly three feet. With a shudder, it stopped swelling, causing her to flop her ass back onto the bed, her middle aquiver. She sat there for a minute, uncertain of what to expect next.

"Oh." she said, confused. "Oh!" she repeated, this time worried. "Holy Shit!" she shouted, pressing her hands against her taut belly. A gurgle erupted in her throat, followed by a moan, followed by a high-pitched scream.

At the same time, her crotch erupted in a wave of black fluid. The fluid splashed the bed, then over the side and onto the floor. As it flowed, her distended middle began to contract. Soon, her tummy was that of a nine month pregnant woman again, and as the fluid continued to pour out of her, it began to conform to the shape of a baby inside of her. Within a few seconds, Rick could make out the shape of a leg, then both, the rear end, more! She looked like a large vacuum-sealed baggie.

Her stomach lurched, and the baby inside began to slide out of her hips. Soon, the perfect shape of a bouncing baby lay between her legs. Her abdomen appeared as it was before- no stretchmarks, no flab. Peggy sat up, her face pale. The baby looked up at her, lovingly. Then it began to wail. Oddly, Rick could not hear the cry, only see that it appeared to be crying.

Peggy heard it though. She lunged back onto her bed, grabbing her chest again. She bit her lip again, moaning pleasureably. Her little A cup tits began to swell in her fingers. They swelled so fast, her fingers spread apart until she had to move her hands to keep her fingers from spreading too far. They stopped at a decent DD cup. Without another word, she reached down and picked up the little baby. It clamped on, and began to suck happily.

"What I would do to be that baby," mused Rick, enthralled by the sights. Her right tit began to shrink rapidly as the child drank, while her left started to spray the ceiling of her room. She switched sides, and then it was the right tit swelling and the left shrinking. She turned her head, looking right at Rick, as if to ask, "How?!"

Rick began to stroke his tortured member again, and felt the ever-familiar growth in his balls. At that same time, he saw two little spermice crawl up onto the bed and race between Peggy's still widespread legs.